I'm sure 'Miss Cissy' and 'Miss Bella' were perfectly lovely to Kreacher when he turned up, so he did them a favor and told them everything they wanted to knowI've said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elvesWell, Voldemort did \a133 and so did Sirius
Harry had no retortAs he watched Kreacher sobbing on the floor, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius's death: \iI do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human's \a133\i
"Kreacher," said Harry after a while, "when you feel up to it, er \a133 please sit up
It was several minutes before Kreacher hiccupped himself into silenceThen he pushed himself into a sitting position again, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes like a small child
"Kreacher, I am going to ask you to do something," said HarryHe glanced at Hermione for assistanceHe wanted to give the order kindly, but at the same time, he could not pretend that it was not an orderHowever, the change in his tone seemed to have gained her approval: She smiled encouragingly
"Kreacher, I want you, please, to go and find Mundungus FletcherWe need to find out where the locket - where Master Regulus's locket itIt's chanel logo earrings really importantWe
want to finish the work Master Regulus started, we want to - er - ensure that he didn't die in vain
Kreacher dropped his fists and looked up at Harry
"Find Mundungus Fletcher?" he croaked
And bring him here, to Grimmauld Place," said Harry"Do you think you could do that for us?"
As Kreacher nodded and got to his feet, Harry had a sudden inspirationHe pulled out Hagrid's purse and took out the fake Horcrux, the substitute locket in which Regulus had placed the note to Voldemort
"Kreacher, I'd, er, like you to have this," he said, pressing the locket into the elf's hand"This belonged to Regulus and I'm sure he'd want you to have it as a token of gratitude for what you\a151"
"Overkill, mate," said Ron as the elf took one look at the locket, let out a howl of shock and misery, and threw himself back onto the ground
It took them nearly half an hour to calm down Kreacher, who was so overcome to be presented with a Black family heirloom for his very own that he was too weak at the knees to stand properlyWhen finally he was able to totter a few steps they all accompanied him to his cupboard, watched him tuck up the locket safely in his dirty blankets, and assured him that they would make omega aqua terra watch its protection their first priority while he was awayHe then made two low bows to Harry and Ron, and even gave a funny little spasm in Hermione's direction that might have been an attempt at a respectful salute, before Disapparating with the usual loud \icrack\i

\p\C0="Chapter Eleven: The Bribe"
\bChapter Eleven
\iThe Bribe\i\b
If Kreacher could escape a lake full of Inferi, Harry was confident that the capture of Mundungus would take a few hours at most, and he prowled the house all morning in a state of high anticipationHowever, Kreacher did not return that morning or even that afternoonBy nightfall, Harry felt discouraged and anxious, and a supper composed largely of moldy bread, upon which Hermione had tried a variety of unsuccessful Transfigurations, did nothing to help
Kreacher did not return the following day, nor the day after thatHowever, two cloaked men had appeared in the square outside number twelve, and they remained there into the night, gazing in the direction of the house that they could not see
"Death Eaters, for sure," said Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione watched from the drawing room windows"Reckon they know we're in here?"
"I don't think so," said Hermione, though she looked ladies omega watches frightened, "or they'd have sent Snape in after us, wouldn't they?"
"D'you reckon he's been in here and has his tongue tied by Moody's curse?" asked Ron
"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he'd have been able to tell that lot how to get in, wouldn't he? But they're probably watching to see whether we turn upThey know that Harry owns the house, after all
"How do they \a150\a150?" began Harry
"Wizarding wills are examined by the Ministry, remember? They'll know Sirius left you the place
The presence of the Death Eaters outside increased the ominous mood inside number twelveThey had not heard a word form anyone beyond Grimmauld Place since MrWeasley's Patronus, and the strain was starting to tellRestless and irritable, Ron had developed an annoying habit of playing with the Deluminator in his pocket; This particularly infuriated Hermione, who was whiling away the wait for Kreacher by studying \iThe Tales of Beedle the Bard\i and did not appreciate the way the lights kept flashing on and off
"Will you stop it!" she cried on the third evening of Kreacher's absence, as all the light was sucked from the drawing room yet again
"Sorry, sorry!" said Ron, clicking the Deluminator and restoring the lights"I don't new omega watches know I'm doing it!"
"Well, can't you find something useful to occupy yourself?"
"What, like reading kids' stories?"
"Dumbledore left me this book, Ron -"
"\a151and he left me the Deluminator, maybe I'm supposed to use it!"
Unable to stand the bickering, Harry slipped out of the room unnoticed by either of themHe headed downstairs toward the kitchen, which he kept visiting because he was sure that was where Kreacher was most likely to reappearHalfway down the flight of stairs into the hall, however, he heard a tap on the front door, then metallic clicks and the grinding of the chain
Every nerve in his body seemed to tauten: He pulled out his wand, moved into the shadows beside the decapitated elf heads, and waitedThe door opened: He saw a glimpse of the lamplit square outside, and a cloaked figure edged into the hall and closed the door behind itThe intruder took a step forward, and Moody's voice asked, "\iSeverus Snape?\i" Then the dust figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed him, raising its dead hand
"It was not I who killed you, Albus," said a quiet voice
The jinx broke: The dust-figure exploded again, and it was impossible to make out the newcomer through the dense gray cloud it left vintage chanel jewelry behin

Jets of light flew from Draco's, Narcissa's, and Greyback's wands; Harry threw himself to the floor, rolling behind a sofa to avoid them
"STOP OR SHE DIES!
Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofaBellatrix was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione's throat
"Drop your wands," she whispered"Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"
Ron stood rigid, clutching Wormtail's wandHarry straightened up, still holding Bellatrix's
"I said, drop them!" she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione's throat: Harry saw beads of blood appear there
"All right!" he shouted, and he dropped Bellatrix's wand onto the floor at his feet, Ron did the same with Wormtail'sBoth raised their hands to shoulder height"Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!"
Harry knew it; his scar was bursting with the pain of it, and he could feel Voldemort flying through the sky from far away, over a dark and stormy sea, and soon he would be close enough to Apparate to them, and Harry could see no way out
"Now," said Bellatrix softly, as Draco hurried back to her with the wands"Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little louis vuitton backpacks heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss MudbloodI am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight
At the last word there was a peculiar grinding noise from aboveAll of them looked upward in time to see the crystal chandelier tremble; then, with a creak and an ominous jingling, it began to fallBellatrix was directly beneath it; dropping Hermione, she threw herself aside with a screamThe chandelier crashed to the floor in an explosion of crystal and chains, falling on top of Hermione and the goblin, who still clutched the sword of GryffindorGlittering shards of crystal flew in all directions; Draco doubled over, his hands covering his bloody face
As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage, Harry took the chance: He leapt over an armchair and wrested the three wands from Draco's grip, pointed all of them at Greyback, and yelled, "\iStupefy!\i" The werewolf was lifted off his feet by the triple spell, flew up to the ceiling and then smashed to the ground
As Narcissa dragged Draco out of the way of further harm, Bellatrix sprang to her feet, her hair flying as she brandished the silver knife; but Narcissa had directed her wand at the doorway
"Dobby!" she screamed ladies omega watches and even Bellatrix froze"You! You dropped the chandelier - ?"
The tiny elf trotted into the room, his shaking finger pointing at his old mistress
"You must not hurt Harry Potter," he squeaked
"Kill him, Cissy!" shrieked Bellatrix, but there was another loud \icrack\i, and Narcissa's wand too flew into the air and landed on the other side of the room
"You dirty little monkey!" bawled Bellatrix"How dare you take a witch's wand, how dare you defy your masters?"
"Dobby has no master!" squealed the elf"Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"
Harry's scar was blinding him with painDimly he knew that they had moments, seconds before Voldemort was with them
"Ron, catch - and GO!" he yelled, throwing one of the wands to him; then he bent down to tug Griphook out from under the chandelierHoisting the groaning goblin, who still clung to the sword, over one shoulder, Harry seized Dobby's hand and spun on the spot to Disapparate
As he turned into darkness he caught one last view of the drawing room of the pale, frozen figures of Narcissa and Draco, of the streak of red that was Ron's hair, and a blue of flying silver, as Bellatrix's knife flew across the room at the place where he was new omega watches vanishing -
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He had disappeared into the unknown; all he could do was repeat the name of the destination and hope that it would suffice to take him thereThe pain in his forehead pierced him, and the weight of the goblin bore down upon him; he could feel the blade of Gryffindor's sword bumping against his back: Dobby's hand jerked in his; he wondered whether the elf was trying to take charge, to pull them in the right direction, and tried, by squeezing the fingers, to indicate that that was fine with them
And then they hit solid earth and smelled salty airHarry fell to his knees, relinquished Dobby's hand, and attempted to lower Griphook gently to the ground
"Are you all right?" he said as the goblin stirred, but Griphook merely whimpered
Harry squinted around through the darknessThere seemed to be a cottage a short way away under the wide starry sky, and he thought he saw movement outside it
"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?" he whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys', ready to fight if he needed to"Have we come to the right place? Dobby?"
He looked aroundThe little elf stood feet from him
"DOBBY!"
The elf swayed slightly, stars reflected in his wide, shining eyesTogether, he omega aqua terra watch and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of the knife protruding from the elf's heaving chest
"Dobby - no - HELP!" Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there"HELP!"
He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his own arms to Harry with a look of supplicationHarry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass
"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -"
The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words
And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see

\p\C0="Chapter Twenty-Four: The Wandmaker"
\bChapter Twenty-Four
\iThe Wandmaker\i\b
It was like sinking into an old nightmare; for an instant Harry knelt again beside Dumbledore's body at the foot of the tallest tower at Hogwarts, but in reality he was staring at a tiny body curled upon the grass, pierced by Bellatrix's silver knifeHarry's voice was still saying, "Dobby\a133\iDobby\i\a133" even though he knew that the elf had gone where he could not call him cheap chanel purses ba

Even when he had shut his victim up in
Newgate, he did not leave him so long as there was a chance of blackmail
He would make the most generous offers of evidence and defence to every
thief that had a stiver left him But whether or not he kept his bargain--
that depended upon policy and inclination On one occasion, when he
had brought a friend to the Old Bailey, and relented at the last moment, he
kept the prosecutor drunk from the noble motive of self-interest, until the
case was over And so esteemed was he of the officers of the law that
even this interference did but procure a reprimand
His meanest action marked him out from his fellows, but it was not
until he habitually pillaged the treasures he afterwards restored to their
grateful owners for a handsome consideration, that his art reached the
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amazing adroitness from beginning to end
It was he who discovered the wealth and habit of the victim; it was he
who posted the thief and seized the plunder, giving a paltry commission to
his hirelings for the trouble; it was he who kept whatever valuables were
lost in the transaction; and as he was the servant of the Court, discovery or
inconvenience was impossible Surely the Machiavel of Thieves is
justified of his title He was known to all the rich and titled folk in town;
and if he was generally able to give them back their stolen valuables at
something more than double their value, he treated his clients with a most
proper insolence When Lady M--n was unlucky enough to lose a silver
buckle at Windsor, she asked omega aqua terra watch Wild to recover it, and offered the hero
twenty pounds for his trouble `Zounds, Madam,' says he, `you offer
nothing It cost the gentleman who took it forty pounds for his coach,
equipage, and other expenses to Windsor' His impudence increased with
success, and in the geniality of his cups he was wont to boast his amazing
rogueries: `hinting not without vanity at the poor Understandings of the
Greatest Part of Mankind, and his own Superior Cunning'
In fifteen years he claimed 10,000 for his dividend of recovered
plunderings, and who shall estimate the moneys which flowed to his
treasury from blackmail and the robberies of his gang? So brisk became
his trade in jewels and the precious metals that he opened relations with
Holland, and was master of a fleet His splendour increased with wealth:
he carried a silver- mounted sword, and a footman tramped at his heels
`His table was very splendid,' says a biographer: `he seldom dining under
five Dishes, the Reversions whereof were generally charitably bestow'd on
the Commonside felons' At his second marriage with MrsMary D--n,
the hempen widow of Scull D--n, his humour was most happily expressed:
he distributed white ribbons among the turnkeys, he gave the Ordinary
gloves and favours, he sent the prisoners of Newgate several ankers of
brandy for punch `Twas a fitting complaisance, since his fortune was
drawn from Newgate, and since he was destined himself, a few years later,
to drink punch--`a liquor nowhere spoken against in the Scriptures'--with
the same Ordinary whom he thus magnificently decorated Endowed
with considerable courage, for a while he had the prudence to save his skin,

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and despite his bravado he was known on occasion to yield a plundered
treasure to an accomplice who set a pistol to his head But it is certain
that the accomplice died at Tyburn for his pains, and on equal terms
Jonathan was resolute with the best On the trail he was savage as a wild
beast When he arrested James Wright for a robbery committed upon the
persons of the Earl of B--l--n and the Lord Bruce, he held on to the
victim's chin by his teeth--an exploit which reminds you of the illustrious
Tiger Roche
Even in his lifetime he was generously styled the Great The scourge
of London, he betrayed and destroyed every man that ever dared to live
upon terms of friendship with him It was Jonathan that made Blueskin a
thief, and Jonathan screened his creature from justice only so long as
clemency seemed profitable At the first hint of disobedience Blueskin
was committed to Newgate When he had stood his trial, and was being
taken to the Condemned Hole, he beckoned to Wild as though to a
conference, and cut his throat with a penknife The assembled rogues
and turnkeys thought their Jonathan dead at last, and rejoiced exceedingly
therein Straightway the poet of Newgate's Garland leaped into verse:
Then hopeless of life, He drew his penknife,
And made a sad widow of Jonathan's wife But forty pounds paid
her, her grief shall appease, And every man round me may rob, if he
please
But Jonathan recovered, and Molly, his wife, was destined a second
time to win the conspicuous honour that belongs to a hempen widow
As his career drew to its appointed close, omega de ville men's watches Fortune withheld her smiles
`People got so peery,' complained the great man, `that ingenious men were
put to dreadful shifts' And then, highest tribute to his greatness, an Act
of Parliament was passed which made it a capital offence `for a prig to
steal with the hands of other people'; and in the increase of public
vigilance his undoing became certain On the 2nd of January, 1725, a
day not easy to forget, a creature of Wild's spoke with fifty yards of lace,
worth 40, at his Captain's bidding, and Wild, having otherwise
disposed of the plunder, was charged on the 10th of March that he `did
feloniously receive of Katharine Stetham ten guineas on account and

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under colour of helping the said Katharine Stetham to the said lace again,
and did not then, nor any time since, discover or apprehend, or cause to be
apprehended and brought to Justice, the persons that committed the said
felony' Thus runs the indictment, and, to the inexpressible relief of
lesser men, Jonathan Wild was condemned to the gallows
Thereupon he had serious thoughts of `putting his house in order'; with
an ironical smile he demanded an explanation of the text: `Cursed is
every one that hangeth on a tree'; but, presently reflecting that `his Time
was but short in this World, he improved it to the best advantage in Eating,
Drinking, Swearing, Cursing, and talking to his Visitants' For all his
bragging, drink alone preserved his courage: `he was very restless in the
Condemned Hole,' though `he gave little or no attention to the condemned
Sermon which the purblind Ordinary preached before him,' and which was,
in Fielding's vintage chanel jewelry immortal phrase, `unto the Greeks foolishness' But in the
moment of death his distinction returned to him He tried, and failed, to
kill himself; and his progress to the nubbing cheat was a triumph of
execration He reached Tyburn through a howling mob, and died to a
yell of universal joy
The Ordinary has left a record so precious and so lying, that it must
needs be quoted at length The great Thief-Catcher's confession is a
masterpiece of comfort, and is so far removed from the truth as completely
to justify Fielding's incomparable creation `Finding there was no room
for mercy (and how could I expect mercy, who never showed any)'--thus
does the devil dodger dishonour our Jonathan's memory!--`as soon as I
came into the Condemned Hole, I began to think of making a preparation
for my soul To part with my wife, my dear Molly, is so great an
Affliction to me, that it touches me to the Quick, and is like Daggers
entering into my Heart' How tame the Ordinary's falsehood to the
brilliant invention of Fielding, who makes Jonathan kick his Tishy in the
very shadow of the Tree! And the Reverend Gentleman gains in unction
as he goes: `In the Cart they all kneeled down to prayers and seemed
very penitent; the Ordinary used all the means imaginable to make them
think of another World, and after singing a penitential Psalm, they cry'd
Lord Jesus Christ receive our Souls, the cart drew away and they were all

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turned off This is as good an account as can be given by me' Poor
Ordinary! If he was modest, he was also untruthful, and you are certain
that it was not thus the hero met his ladies omega watches d

And when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all around the table with your motherHer face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching itI haven't got any mother, you know And Laurie poked the fire to hide a little twitching of the lips that he could not control
The solitary, hungry look in his eyes went straight to Jo's warm heartshe had been so simply taught that there was no nonsense in her head, and at fifteen she was as innocent and frank as any childLaurie was sick and lonely, and feeling how rich she was in home and happiness, she gladly tried to share it with himHer face was very friendly and her sharp voice unusually gentle as she said
"We'll never draw that curtain any more, and I give you leave to look as much as you likeI just wish, though, instead of peeping, you'd come over and see usMother is so splendid, she'd do you heaps of good, and Beth would sing to you if I begged her to, and Amy would danceMeg and I would make you laugh over our funny stage properties, and we'd have jolly timesWouldn't your grandpa let cartier pasha watch you?"
"I think he would, if your mother asked himHe's very kind, though he does not look so, and he lets me do what I like, pretty much, only he's afraid I might be a bother to strangers," began Laurie, brightening more and more
"We are not strangers, we are neighbors, and you needn't think you'd be a botherWe want to know you, and I've been trying to do it this ever so longWe haven't been here a great while, you know, but we have got acquainted with all our neighbors but you
"You see, Grandpa lives among his books, and doesn't mind much what happens outsideBrooke, my tutor, doesn't stay here, you know, and I have no one to go about with me, so I just stop at home and get on as I canYou ought to make an effort and go visiting everywhere you are asked, then you'll have plenty of friends, andpleasant places to go toNever mind being bashfulIt won't last long if you keep going
Laurie turned red again, but wasn't offended at being accused of bashfulness, for there was so much good will in Jo it was impossible not to take her blunt speeches as kindly as they were meant
"Do you like your school?" asked the tiffany heart tag necklace boy, changing the subject, after a little pause, during which he stared at the fire and Jo looked about her, well pleased
"Don't go to school, I'm a businessman--girl, I meanI go to wait on my great-aunt, and a dear, cross old soul she is, too," answered Jo
Laurie opened his mouth to ask another question, but remembering just in time that it wasn't manners to make too many inquiries into people's affairs, he shut it again, and looked uncomfortable
Jo liked his good breeding, and didn't mind having a laugh at Aunt March, so she gave him a lively description of the fidgety old lady, her fat poodle, the parrot that talked Spanish, and the library where she reveled
Laurie enjoyed that immensely, and when she told about the prim old gentleman who came once to woo Aunt March, and in the middle of a fine speech, how Poll had tweaked his wig off to his great dismay, the boy lay back and laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks, and a maid popped her head in to see what was the matter
"Oh! That does me no end of goodTell on, please," he said, taking his face out of the sofa cushion, red and shining with omega aqua terra watch merriment
Much elated with her success, Jo did `tell on', all about their plays and plans, their hopes and fears for Father, and the most interesting events of the little world in which the sisters livedThen they got to talking about books, and to Jo's delight, she found that Laurie loved them as well as she did, and had read even more than herself
"If you like them so much, come down and see oursGrandfather is out, so you needn't be afraid," said Laurie, getting up
"I'm not afraid of anything," returned Jo, with a toss of the head
"I don't believe you are!" exclaimed the boy, looking at her with much admiration, though he privately thought she would have good reason to be a trifle afraid of the old gentleman, if she met hem in some of his moods
The atmosphere of the whole house being summerlike, Laurie led the way from room to room, letting Jo stop to examine whatever struck her fancyAnd so, at last they came to the library, where she clapped her hands and pranced, as she always did when especially delightedIt was lined with books, and there were pictures and statues, and distracting little cabinets full of hermes borse coins and curiosities, and Sleepy Hollow chairs, and queer tables, and bronzes, and best of all, a great open fireplace with quaint tiles all round it
"What richness!" sighed Jo, sinking into the depth of a velour chair and gazing about her with an air of intense satisfaction"Theodore Laurence, you ought to be the happiest boy in the world,"she added impressively
"A fellow can't live on books," said Laurie, shaking his head as he perched on a table opposite
Before he could more, a bell rang, and Jo flew up, exclaiming with alarm, "Mercy me! It's your grandpa!"
"Well, what if it is? You are not afraid of anything, you know," returned the boy, looking wicked
"I think I am a little bit afraid of him, but I don't know why I should beMarmee said I might come, and I don't think you're any the worse for it," said Jo, composing herself, though she kept her eyes on the door
"I'm a great deal better for it, and ever so much obligedI'm only afraid you are very tired of talking to meIt was so pleasant, I couldn't bear to stop," said Laurie gratefully
"The doctor to see you, sir," and the maid beckoned as she chanel jumbo flap spok

"Has your Highness seen the Lady viola tonight?" asked a gallant troubadour of the fairy queen who floated down the hall upon his arm
"Yes, is she not lovely, though so sad! Her dress is well chosen, too, for in a week she weds Count Antonio, whom she passionately hates
"By my faith, I envy himYonder he comes, arrayed like a bridegroom, except the black maskWhen that is off we shall see how he regards the fair maid whose heart he cannot win, though her stern father bestows her hand," returned the troubadour
"Tis whispered that she loves the young English artist who haunts her steps, and is spurned by the old Count," said the lady, as they joined the danceThe revel was at its height when a priest appeared, and withdrawing the young pair to an alcove, hung with purple velvet, he motioned them to kneelInstant silence fell on the gay throng, and not a sound, but he dash of fountains or the rustle of orange groves sleeping in the moonlight, broke the hush, as Count de Adelon spoke thus:
"My lords and ladies, pardon the ruse by which I have gathered you here to witness the marriage of my daughterFather, we wait your services All eyes turned toward the bridal party, and a murmur of amazement went through the throng, for neither bride nor groom removed their masksCuriosity and wonder gucci black bag possessed all hearts, but respect restrained all tongues till the holy rite was overThen the eager spectators gathered round the count, demanding an explanation

"Gladly would I give it if I could, but I only know that it was the whim of my timid Viola, and I yielded to itNow, my children, let the play endUnmask and receive my blessing
But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom replied in a tone that startled all listeners as the mask fell, disclosing the noble face of Ferdinand Devereux, the artist lover, and leaning on the breast where now flashed the star of an English earl was the lovely Viola, radiant with joy and beauty
"My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when I could boast as high a name and vast a fortune as the Count antonioI can do more, for even your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of Devereux and De Vere, when he gives his ancient name and boundless wealth in return for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife
The count stood like one changed to stone, and turning to the bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph, "To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing may prosper as mine has done, and that you may all win as fair a bride as I have by this masked marriagePICKWICK

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A LAMENT
(FOR SPAT PAW)
We mourn the loss of our little pet,
And sigh o'er her hapless fate,
For never more by the fire she'll sit,
Nor play by the old green gate
The little grave where her infant sleeps
Is 'neath the chestnut tree
But o'er her grave we may not weep,
We know not where it may be
Her empty bed, her idle ball,
Will never see her more;
No gentle tap, no loving purr
Is heard at the parlor door
Another cat comes after her mice,
A cat with a dirty face,
But she does not hunt as our darling did,
Nor play with her airy grace
Her stealthy paws tread the very hall
Where Snowball used to play,
But she only spits at the dogs our pet
So gallantly drove away
She is useful and mild, and does her best,
But she is not fair to see,
And we cannot give her your place dear,
Nor worship her as we worship thee

As the President finished reading the paper (which I beg leave to assure my readers is a bona fide copy of one written by bona fide girls once upon a time), a round of applause followed, and then kelly hermes bags